Her eyes jerk up towards him, startled. Her eyes very blue and very large and... at first it seems that even though she is staring right at him, she doesn't see him at all--( Is she alright? She isn't alright. She's never been alright and she will never be. The world is tainted and poisonous and she is no better, blood-stained little Mary who sent a babe to Hell. )

"Yes, I..." she looks away, finally, no longer staring at him like a trapped animal. "It always seems strangely claustrophobic in there. Doesn't it?"

She gives a soft girlish laugh, smiling absentmindedly at the wet ground for a moment before her gaze drifts up towards the greyling sky. "Perhaps it's just this oppressive weather."